We used to get heaps of wetas and spiders in Johnsonville - living with a gully at the back of the house they all used to check us out at night - fun stuff.
The worst experience with our native fauna would have to have been back in 1990. My ex's father had just moved to Pipiriki to run the Bridge to Nowhere Jetboats and had a bit of a shack type thing set up. Wasn't too bad but it had a gap between the roof and the walls.
As there were no amenities as such (he's a bit of a Barry Crump fan so you can imagine what this place was like) the possums used to like to get in through the space between the wall and roof and rummage around for food.
Anyway, it was a bit of a shitty cold winters night and my ex and I were sleeping on a mattress on the floor with a couple of sleeping bags on top of us.
I wak up in the middle of the night and she's going "No no you silly cat you have to sleep at the bottom of the bed" and she's pushing the "cat" away from her and on top of me, and the little bugger's sinking its claws into my back...
and then we realised my father in law didn't have a cat.
I swear I've never seen my ex move so fast ....
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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